God you’re such a pretty cow slut. God what I’d do to you if I got my hands on you. You’d never walk again. I’d force you to crawl on all fours like a good cow to get around while you still can before your fat gut drags the ground. I’d stuff you full of high calorie slop every single day, with fertility and lactation supplements mixed in. Watch your belly stretch past it’s limit as you whimper and whine around the tube down your throat as you endlessly chug until *I* think you’re full enough. Stupid fat fuckcows like you aren’t smart enough to know what full is. After each breeding session I’d put you back in your breeding stall. Give you your weekly estrogen and progesterone fertility shots. They’ve made your hips and tots swell amazingly. You’re glowing with fertility and I know it’s prime time to impregnate you, my cow. I’ve been tracking your ovulation cycles. I put your fat engorged breasts in the milker as they leak in anticipation. Milk steadily squirts and then flows in as you moo in relief at the pressure in your fat swollen tits. I finger your breeding cunt. Sopping wet. I whip out my bull cock and slam in to the hit, hearing you moo out in pleasure. The slapping gets louder and wetter as it continues. I thrust as deep as I can when I cum in you to ensure every drop gets in before pulling out, slamming a huge knotted dildo in you, and locking you in a chastity belt until your next breeding. That would be your life with me, cow. Day in and day out over and over getting bred and fattened for me.